Jerky's Law

I woke up so fucking horny today that I thought my dick was gonna explode. I did the usual trick of reaching for sleeping Derek's hand and pulling it to my hard-on (it's a way we've often woken each other up; been doing it since we were teenagers), knowing that once he had a "grasp" of the situation, it wouldn't be long before his mouth would follow. I've had world-rockin' good head, painfully bad head, and everything in-between, but nobody knows how to suck me like Derek (and vice versa, he says).

But today, something was amiss. When I reached for his hand, all I got was a fistful of pillow. Uggh. Why, when I'm this close to shooting and all I need is his warm, wet mouth, did he have to get up early?

I don't jerk off very often. I try not to, even when I'm as horny as I usually am everyday. It's not that I don't enjoy it; I'm a big fan of j/o, especially when I'm kissing someone or have a mouth sucking on my nipple or a teasing finger at my hairy hole. But you never know what the day is going to bring, and I like to remain "on edge" when I'm "on call"...although it doesn't usually take me long to recharge anyway.

But today, I just couldn't abstain, and it didn't take me long to pump out a nice, thick load onto my stomach. And then I held my breath in anticipation. You see, I have some sort of magic spell: the last time I wacked off, the phone rang just as the cum was spurting from me and it was someone wanting to know if I were available "right away." It's something I call Jerky's Law (actually, I've never called it that before but I thought it would sound clever now). Anyway, nobody called this time so I guess the spell is broken.